54. PROM KING AND QUEEN

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❤︎ Anjali ❤︎


Two weeks later, I leave LaGuardia for Dallas/Fort Worth. The airport is only five minutes away from our house, so my father takes me there and drops me off. I will be away only two days, but my father is worried. He holds me in his arms, which he usually never does in public, and tells me to be careful.

Once I arrive at the Dallas/Fort Worth airport, a town car is waiting for me. A black gentleman holds a card with my name. I approach him and let him know my identity. He takes my bag and asks me to follow him. It is a stark white Mercedes-Benz at the exit.

The chauffeur opens the back door, and I get into the back seat. The beige leather is a little stiff for my body, but I guess this is how it is supposed to feel in a luxury car. I see that it is quite different from the yellow cab my father rents every day.

The white Mercedes cruises down the express highway very smoothly for almost an hour and exits toward the town of Weatherford. I become slightly anxious to get to know the parents. The beautiful car weaves through the town at an even speed and gets close to downtown Weatherford.

I see a large, red, triple-towered building through the windshield ahead of me, and it reminds me of something I have seen before. It gives me a strange feeling of melancholy. My heart responds right away.

I know that I was here before, even though my memory tells me otherwise. I feel as if coming home to my town. Everything feels so familiar to me: the buildings, the streets, the people, and the atmosphere.

The car turns right at the red building and drives out to the countryside. After a few minutes, the Mercedes turns right onto an unpaved road and drives up a gentle hill toward a large mansion. On both sides of the road, wooden fences are enclosing the horse's and cow's pastureland all the way up to the house. I see that the ranch is immaculately manicured.

The car stops in front of the white, two-story mansion. A patio wraps all the way around the house. I feel as if I am Scarlett O'Hara in Gone with the Wind.

When the car arrives, a large main entrance door opens, and a gentleman and a nice-looking woman emerges. The chauffeur opens the door on my side, and I get out of the car to greet them.

"You must be Anjali! We are the Davises. Welcome to Weatherford, Texas!"

That is how the lady, Mrs. Davis, greets me with the warmest smile and a friendly embrace. The gentleman, Mr. Davis, follows with his words.

"Thank you so much for coming all the way from New York! It really means a lot to us!"

 "It is me who has to thank both of you, and especially your daughter! I am so glad that you contacted me and gave me this opportunity to get to know you. Thank you!" 

Mrs. Davis invites me to enter the mansion while her husband picks up my bag from the chauffeur. I walk into the entrance hall, and a large staircase leads to the first floor. A hallway on the left seems to lead to the dining room and the kitchen. I follow her to the right into the living room.

We are in a beautiful white room with many windows looking out over their ranch. There are many cows on the right and horses on the left. We sit right in front of a tall, gray marble fireplace.

Matching light gray sofas seem very inviting. There is a short wooden antique table in front of the fireplace. Mrs. Davis asks me to sit, and all of us settle comfortably across from each other. She looks at me as if she knows me quite well and starts our conversation.

"Since our daughter, Beth died, we kept our place just how it was to remember her. It has been challenging for us to move on. Wherever we go, we see Beth, and almost two years have gone by."

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